Keep fishing (part two)

Sebastian paused for a few seconds, then said, "So, you think there's some unknown connection between Zamir's group and Chandler."

Lorry nodded slightly and made a "hmm" sound through his nose.

"So what's next..." Sebastian asked again.

Lorry's eyes flickered, and he uttered a single word:

"Wait."

After he finished speaking, he explained:

"If this ' Shadow Merchant ' really has something to do, he will definitely find a way to find me—it won't be difficult for him."

"If not..."

Lorry paused for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Then let's stick to the original plan: go to ' Flower of the Plateau ' after dark and try our luck, and take the initiative to pay a visit to this local tyrant with a decent reputation."

As he spoke, he casually picked up the black dagger on the table and fiddled with it.

--This dagger is a deep black, with a faint glow, even the blade is the same, giving it a strange sense of sharpness.

Its name was "Nightmare Dagger," which was meant to bring nightmares to the enemy. Lorry thought it sounded alright, so he didn't change the name.

Confirmed by the "Seer's " Illusions:

This Sealed Artifact has nearly a 20% chance of forcing the injured person into Dream Infiltration, at the cost of the wearer being prone to drowsiness and having a very small chance of falling into a deep sleep.

For example, Lorry suddenly slumped onto the table.

"..."

The aged features on the White Bone Ring opened their mouths slightly in surprise, as if they wanted to say something, but then gave up the idea because there was no one to listen.

Time flew by amidst the even breathing, and night fell in the blink of an eye.

Lorry slowly opened his eyes, feeling refreshed. After sitting up straight, he stretched and suddenly heard a plaintive, aged voice:

"You're awake."

Next time, remember to put me in that book beforehand.

Upon hearing this, Lorry was slightly taken aback, recalling his previous memories.

"Uh... this Sealed Artifact..." He released his right hand, both annoyed and amused, and placed the "Nightmare Dagger" on the table.

"If I remember correctly, this 'extremely small probability' is less than one in ten thousand. With my Luck, I actually fell asleep after playing with it for a couple of seconds?"

Sebastian thought for a moment and explained:

Luck isn't everything.

"Perhaps you've been too tense lately, which has caused an extremely small probability to be magnified infinitely, leading to this situation."

"It could also be another reason. According to pseudo-probability analysis, the negative effects were triggered in advance, which is precisely a manifestation of your Luck."

"Of course, pseudoprobability is not scientific, I suggest you believe the former."

He sighed and whispered words of comfort:

"The Southern Continent is the stronghold of the ' Rose School,' and it won't be easy for you to find and kill a Sequence 5 core member on their territory."

This will take a lot of time.

"I know you're eager to avenge Vera, but you also need to take care of yourself. Rest when you need to, and don't overwork yourself."

"I know." Lorry nodded, glanced at his Pocket Watch in the dark, took out the prepared clothes, and began to put on a simple disguise.

He needs to be unrecognizable at first glance.

However, upon closer inspection, one can discover that it is a "Flower Bow Tie".

Seeing that Lorry readily agreed but continued to do as he pleased, Sebastian sighed softly and transformed into a white light, flying towards Rory's right hand.

An hour later, the Flower of the Plateau.

Lorry found a seat in a corner on the second floor and slowly enjoyed his food while subtly scanning his surroundings.

Although it's called a brothel, it's actually more like a multi-functional entertainment venue.

The lobby on the first floor is used for song and dance performances, where a band composed of members who look like people from the plateau plays local folk songs on various instruments.

To the accompaniment of a melodious tune, a dozen tall girls with brown or light black skin danced gracefully in sexy ethnic costumes.

The stage was surrounded by a large crowd, with cheers and applause ringing out from time to time.

The second floor is the dining and entertainment area, offering local delicacies and beverages from various regions, and also a place to meet up with friends to play cards or billiards.

The third floor offers more in-depth entertainment options compared to the downstairs.

To use Lorry's words from his previous life, it was a red-light district, specifically a red-light district with an exotic theme, and one of the main paid services offered by the Flower of the Plateau."

The fourth floor is reserved for distinguished guests only.

The Attendant did not provide any introduction.

"The lemon-grilled fish here is quite delicious, with a distinct flavor compared to other options I've had before. I wonder if they offer takeout service."

Lorry forked a piece of tender white fish and casually remarked to himself.

Immediately, he got down to business:

"Someone's watching me. Two of them: a blond man in a floral shirt diagonally in front of me, and Brown-Haired Boy in local clothing to my left and behind."

"The former should be a hidden security force; I just saw him exchanging subtle glances with the thugs who were guarding the place."

"The latter is uncertain."

While talking to himself internally, he subtly shook his right hand a few times, making it easier for the "Curse of Knowledge" to perceive information from the outside world.

In short, remain vigilant.

An aged voice resonated deep within her soul. Lorry nodded almost imperceptibly, wiped her mouth, picked up her wine glass, and shifted her gaze to the stage on the first floor.

Before long, the flow of people in the vicinity changed slightly, and seven or eight figures approached slowly and imperceptibly, vaguely forming an encirclement.

A security guard in black trousers, a white shirt, and Pseudonym sat down opposite Lorry and gave him a deep look. "Jodson, the ' Flower Bow Tie '."

Lorry smiled, raised his glass, and shrugged, saying:

Sorry, friend.

"I think you've mistaken me for someone else."

"Maybe?" a security guard chimed in casually, "I heard a Great Pirate is about to emerge at sea, everyone's pretty nervous."

"But this is land, isn't it?" Lorry took a sip of the pale green liquor, smiled to himself, and said, "I'm here to drink."

"That's for the best." The security guard nodded, then stood up, glanced around, and shook his head slightly.

The seven or eight figures who had just arrived quietly left.

"Have fun." He nodded slightly, turned and strode back to where he had come from, waving to a Attendant as he did so and whispering a few words to him.

A moment later, a bottle of Green Fairy, starting at £5, appeared on Lorry's table.

He thought to himself, "She's quite good at handling people and responsible enough to her employer..." He uncorked the bottle, poured himself a glass of free wine, and slowly savored it.

When he turned his gaze back to the girls on stage, he casually glanced behind him and found that the Brown-Haired Boy had already left.

Around 10 o'clock.

Slightly tipsy, Lorry walked out of the gate of the Flower of the Plateau.

He stood by the roadside and raised his hand; a Hired Carriage immediately drove up slowly.

The driver was a local man with very dark skin, around forty years old, with an honest and unassuming face, his face full of humble and ingratiating smiles.

"Sir, Mr. Chandler invites you to have tea at his place."